Myer media monitors work well. I received a very nice email because of my blog post from someone at Myer, suggesting ways to contact them, including an email address, apologising for the men's changing rooms and with the assurance that they will be renovated early next year. I may reply that the most annoying thing is the lack of coat hooks, that is a very small job for the Myer handyman. Ok, I am not so tech illiterate but many older people are but I reckon many know how to email or fill in a feedback form. Both should be on the Myer website, but it does take staff resources to deal with and not so easy to outsource, as is employing a media monitor and responding where warranted.
Anyway, a good result and thanks to the person at Myer who responded.
Mother's electrician, kind, young and cheap, but incompetent. It has rained on her house twice since he attended and both times the same lighting circuit was knocked out. In time something dries and she can reset the circuit. She is going to get him back. The rear extension of two small bedrooms, now one large junk room built in the mid seventies and full of stuffs for her next garage sale that will never happen, has no lighting working, so there is the starting point, I think.
A quite old man, a blogger, who I rather like, especially as he writes very well, asked for my postal address, saying he would send me something. Indeed something did arrive in the post, much delayed by Australia Post, his published autobiography. Isn't that so nice? I only knew his blog name, not even his real name. That someone of his age has a blog, communicates with people via the net and does kindness is just so amazing. Even at his very senior years, his life is not easy and I guess a couple of you know who I am referring to. Of course that should be 'to be whom I am referring', but I ain't so posh with my grammar. I don't actually know rules for grammar, but I kind of know what is right and what is wrong.
Our friend, the former Northern Territory policeman and politician, self published his autobiography of his time in the Northern Territory. It is a good read if you are interested in the Australian outback, but self publishing is not for the faint hearted.
As usual, Thursday is Mother Day. R gets so crabby with me on Mother Day if I go along and today was no exception. It was not about me, but Mother and her slowness. Slowness, not because she old and slow but just because she............pisses around and is never organised. R is very firm about leaving at 3 to avoid peak traffic. He tells me I need to give her queues, like having the car door open for her to get in, instead of allowing her to sit on a bench and have a cigarette. Sister recently refused Mother financial assistance until Mother give up smoking. ABI Brother expressed his disappointment that she went without cigarettes and substitutes while for two weeks in hospital, as soon as she was home he had to go and fetch her cigarettes.
At one point after Step Father died, she was feeding cats in the number of teens. She is now down to two ginger cats, which are probably male and so won't breed. Aren't all ginger cats male? Confirm if you please Strayer.